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“Big Mike”
Jaida and I waited for almost seven
hours to receive those tickets. The first 25 guests would receive the tickets
to a memorable dinner with Day 26, the new guys of Bad Boy Records owned by
Sean “P. Diddy” Combs in 2008. We were probably guests number 16 and 17, and
we were happy we made it. It was seven hours of excitement, rain, networking,
and descriptions of freshman year of college. We finally received our tickets
and the dinner was that night. We ran home to change, and thought we were the
cutest of the bunch. I made sure I had my business cards on hand because I was
ready to network with anyone who shared the same interests as myself. We had
finally arrived at the Universal Studios building and were guided to the “dinner
table”. Pizza and Pepsi was ready for us as all 25 guests arrived. Finally, the
guys then arrived, and there was Big Mike. During my early years, when I was
still interested in men, he was the cutest of the group; short and chunky with
the dimples of a baby posing for Kodak. He always wore dark sunglasses and was
ready to show off his pearly whites. We had private time with the guys; from a
performance, to pictures and simple chats. As the night was coming to an end, I
walked over to Big Mike, nervous and excited, and I gave him my business card.
He looked at it, placed it in his pocket and continued with the night. It was
our little secret, and I was in glee. Eventually the event was over, and it was
time for us to depart. Big Mike had my phone number, blog address, and my personal
e-mail. From that day, for the next 2-3 months, I would consistently receive
calls from a blocked number, but I would always miss the call. Was this Big
Mike? I believed so, however it was our secret that no one else was aware of, and
the private number was our private connection. Even though we never spoke after
that day, I was his private fan. He is no longer famous as he was in 2008, but
if he calls today and I can actually receive the call, maybe I can convince him
to take my fiancé and myself out for dinner, maybe Thai? That sounds better
than Pizza and Pepsi. Oh and, my business cards are always on hand, but for my
actual business of Adult Toys and Jewelry, I wonder if he’s interested…
“Lisa Jones”
Lisa Jones was a powerful woman I
met during a year of challenges, decisions and wisdom. She was an official
business owner within the Financial Company, Primerica and I admired her story,
her drive, ambition and character. I met her at a company conference in 2011,
as she was a featured speaker as she was a part of the “Top Women” category.
When we met I gave her a description of my life in less than two minutes. I
told her I wanted to leave college during my junior year to pursue my career
within the financial business, but was afraid of the remarks and disappointments
I would receive from my friends and family. As she stood high with confidence,
her short haircut, small chuckles and a professional suit fit for a woman of
her thick nature, she told me to do what
I wanted to do and I would be
happy with my decisions later. After meeting with her and thinking about it, I
had officially dropped out of college. I did so because I wanted to pursue what I
wanted to do during that time. My career within Primerica did not go the route
I planned, but I was securely happy with my decision of leaving school. I was
able to reach an inside peek of life without a degree, living independently paycheck
to paycheck, and I simply learned do what makes me happy and regardless of the circumstances, I would be happy.
“The Girl with
the Tutu”
She was so beautiful, chocolate
brown with an odd shaped head with hefty eyes that were within the beauty of
the beholder. I was on the train heading to meet my fiancée, Samantha at a bar
in Brooklyn for a celebration for a friend. Everyone stared at her as she was
dressed in a black shirt, black leggings, and a pink tutu. I am sure many
thought she looked odd and “different”, but I admired her because of her confidence
and daring attitude. I walked over to her and complimented her outfit. She was wearing
the tutu to honor her friend who recently died of breast cancer. Her friend was
a professional ballet dancer, and her friends wanted to show her she was still
within their hearts. I do not remember her name, but I do know she had pure attractiveness
and a nice smile. She taught me to continue to be myself, as I am a true woman
to myself; but I still have small doubts about certain issues. She complimented
my makeup but told me my natural beauty was also stunning. She got off the
train so fast; I do not remember her name. But I do remember her confidence,
her smile, her words of wisdom and of course her tutu.
LOVED IT! Of course Big Mike was my fav. But I also loved the girl with the tutu...lovely experiences & well said my dear!
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